Busy Time and Eating Oaks
Yesterday I devoured six oak trees. They were a little bitter tasting, but not bad at all.
The end of the semester is hard upon me now. It's getting to the "how do I ever get all of this done on time?" phase of things. My anxiety levels get rather elevated around this time, which make it rather more difficult to write. It becomes more difficult to pick apart the thoughts, a necessary prerequisite for saying anything coherent.
Still, I did have the six trees for breakfast. They were only small trees.
